The dots are unconnected
and the picture yet defined.
I can't yet tell by looking at you
if in fact you're mine.
It looks like its all a mess,
the page crawling with ants.
It's not like I see on it,
any defined plans.
I know that I start at one,
and I make my way to two,
and I hope I find a line to draw,
That draws me to you.
As the picture starts to form,
I see in it a scene,
The calm before the storm,
if you know what I mean.
As my hands round the page,
In a slightly controlled furry,
what I see on that stage,
Causes me to worry.
I thought I would see you,
perfect or so to say,
With your eyes and body dotted,
But this wasn't the case.
For you sat there all alone,
without me by your side.
Sitting, staring at your phone,
with your emotions hard to hide.
I never saw you cry before,
and I want it never again,
if I knew what was in store for you,
I would have stopped before ten.
For with 10 numbers I could reach you,
and I could form your voice,
but only if you answered,
and you did, as it was your choice.
I could not form what you were thinking,
or draw a word from you,
as your phone was also silenced,
and a frown on you I drew.
I meant not to do it,
as the marks drew my hand,
I traced as though nothing to it,
where I should have made a stand.
I reached down to the page,
and I placed the pen aside,
and hoped my hand could brush your cheek,
as though you were alive.
Much to my surprise,
You and the page had turned away,
but when I turned it back,
it appeared you had much to say.
As soon as you saw me frown,
Your eyes and phone lit up,
Yet as you put your phone down,
You from your bed stood up.
You spoke not one word to me,
now the dots connected as one,
the picture was now formed completely,
as the line was drawn through all points, done.
Copyright Justin Gerges 2013
Copyright Justin Gerges 2013
